When life is goodand my arms are full of joy,
there's always this sense
that a bomb's about to drop;
some unseen tree behind me
is leaning hard
and about to fall
and I'll be knocked off my precious perch
and left alone and broken.
And so I've always got my eye
on the magic keyhole,
planning my escape
and longing for safety;
hoping that there's someplace I can go
where Someone's Magic Kiss
can make everything All Better,
when in fact
All Better
is Already
Here.
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